

didn't want to ask you
to stay,
I wanted you to want me
anyway.
I didn't want to point to an empty chair,
I wanted you to save it,
to show you care.
I didn't want to tell you how to love me right,
I wanted you to know it
in the low light.
I didn't want to teach you
how to see,
I wanted you to look up and really see me.
It's not that asking
makes love less true,
it's that being chosen free
is how
I knew it was you.
It's not that asking
makes love less true,
it's that being chosen free is how I knew
it was you. It's not that asking
makes love less true,
it's that being chosen free
is how
I knew it was you. (yeah)